He won't leave her alone

Olivia ran straight into the sink, bent down, completely filling the entire two sink compartments with her coconuts. The haze of mustard and mayonnaise and the rot from Olivia's breasts was really eating away at her mind. She took a bulb of the faucet and shot water under full pressure into her mouth. She felt relief, the strange taste began to leave her tongue, a network of black bugs began to flow from her teeth, which again gave her relief because they were stinging and irritating Olivia's gums (remember, there was a whole colony of them). Water began to flow over her watermelons, but it was thick layers of silt deposits that did not allow it to wash away from its rightful birthplace. The water just ran off of it. Otto was approaching.

-"How dare she do this, so much hard and dirty work, and she wastes it, she should be grateful" - he looked at her juicy ass, which she stuck out juicy, as if especially for him - "Well, let's enjoy what we have"

He didn't know that his mule was struggling to survive on her breasts, but he was right, because what's the point of cleaning his tainted mouth, or washing a tiny amount of shit from her breasts, if, remember, her entire rear is still defiled. 50% of her skin was covered in yellow mud, although her ass was truly an endless 2 massive pieces of pure shaking meat that were still covered in his yellow mud, so that filth percentage was maybe greater. Suddenly Olivia felt like a very hot big steel horseshoe on her buns, but she was too busy rinsing herself to care, because even though it felt better on her tongue, even though she could still taste a faint hint of mustard mayo, the remnants of her mind still told her to keep rinsing her mouth. Of course, this steel horseshoe belonged to Otto, and he, seeing that since his toy was not responding, decided to dive his tool among these fresh rolls (not as fresh as we all know). Unconsciously, but maybe it's just already encoded in the mind of all bimbos, especially hers, she kept swinging her ass slightly from side to side and each buttock alternately swinging up and down. Otto had trouble getting any deeper, though, considering how tall Olivia was and how much of a dick the brat was, despite how huge his bonner might have been, and those swim trunks were still too tight. Suddenly, Olivia began to spread her legs, thus lowering her big ass, while continuing to sway her ass. Maybe she did it for her comfort, whatever. The only use of this unintentional action was probably to help and calm Otto's squeezing into the depths of the great Olivia Trench. Of course, Otto was drooling as he watched the harmonious movements of the dump truck. He finally hid his entire boner in her rear storage room, pressing his waist against her pork chops. However, he knew that he could still **** himself to press against her ass, because there was still a lot of space in this gap. However, he didn't want to **** it, he wanted this relaxing moment of this wonderful, meaty massage to last. The bastard began to walk away in his thoughts, while grabbing her hips near her strings, falling into the rhythm of her movements.

– You're doing great, don't stop, you ****

If Olivia had focused 100%, she would have heard it

*Cough*Cough*

Suddenly, Olivia started coughing terribly because she was **** on water (Otto didn't even flinch, that's how much he cares about her), which caused her body to move uncontrollably. Specifically, her ass, not in a hypnotizing but crazy way. The fast yet heavy up and down movements continued, as usual these movements caused his jackhammer to start popping out and her buttocks began to slam against each other again with great ****. Would Otto stop his equipment if he knew it was going to pop, probably not, so.

*Slap*

A familiar sound could be heard. Olivia was still coughing, her deep throat seemed to be having a really hard time coughing up all that water. Otto woke up from his trance and, still holding her hips, tried to control her, but you can't control such a large piece of meat. The donkey's cock was being rubbed, flipped and beaten on both sides as the peaches clapped together. These earthquakes could not go away without any response. His schlong couldn't stand up to this kind of pounding.

*Splurt*

Another shot of the spoiled cream flew high into the air over the milf's back and landed in an arc onto Olivia's shiny healthy thick wavy hair, thus covering it with a yellow blanket. Otto didn't know what to do, it was as if he simply poured a bucket of paint on her head. Olivia stopped coughing (finally), she felt better, at least in her mouth bu if she knew the condition of her hair. Only then did she feel the hot snake between her buttocks and she started to straighten up, as if she couldn't just look back. Otto, like a trained man, let go of her hips and hid his cock.

– Dave, why are you standing there?

– You know, because I had a request to ask you. I'm hun...

– What time is it – Olivia looked at her watch – maybe Mark replied

Suddenly she felt Otto roughly grab her face.